Hints of flesh in the forgeryof flesh, a habitat of deconstructedtrucks, rusted in a mud-slakedparking lot: all that is notsubmitted to light, now that a littlebit indoctrinates its stillnesson the skin of dead leaves. You werenot a mistake. Shrug offyour long affliction. Underneaththe world, in the shallowbruising of pure realia,unlearn the accuracy of tears.
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About the writer
Travis Wright. Travis Wright is a poet based in Raleigh, where he lives with his wife and children, and teaches. He holds a PhD from the University of Cambridge, and he was a Junior Research Fellow at Wycliffe Hall, University of Oxford. His verse has appeared or is forthcoming in Dappled Things, Calf Magazine, The Windhover, Ekstasis, and Brooklyn Quarterly, among others.
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